adulthood

all that we know turns out to be a lie
every idea becomes another loss
we aren't supposed to give a flaming toss
the day continues far too hot and dry
life as a whole is still passing me by
but that's no reason to be mad or cross
who does not speak does not disturb the boss
and things will never simply go awry
such are the pains of every working day
off to our jobs and then to suffer long
before the final punching of the clock
we know that this is not the human way
but have no words to say that it is wrong
no key will now open the rusted lock